His head tilted into her touch, his hand reaching to rest over hers. The second their eyes met, his own automatically welled with tears and he couldn't help but smile in spite of himself. Outside of his personal life, Dimitri was not typically what most people would consider an "emotional" man. Passionate, yes, especially about his work as a guardian. But his emotions were a private thing - and Rose was one of the few people he allowed to see them in their full "glory". He also didn't cry often - another thing that very few people he allowed to see. But here he was, about to be a crying mess in a restaurant parking lot.
"Yes, Roza. It's me," he reassured her, squeezing the hand that rested on the side of his face. "I'm okay. But are you? Will you be okay?" His arms moved so his hands were on each of hers, his thumb smoothing over her forearm. He wanted so badly to pull her down with him, but he didn't want to startle her even more than he already had. "Let's get some food, and we can take it back to your place. There's a lot I have to tell you, and this isn't the most appropriate setting for it."